Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Afternoon Storm

The storm came out of the East,
as no self-respecting storm would do,
and meandered West against all convention.
Strange and stubborn and struggling
to be taken seriously,
its black cloud countenance
glowered lightning
and spit slanted rain.
Thunder wandered wicked
from wind to wind.
But the falling hail
forgot to be fearsome
and bounced joyfully on the green carpet of grass.

nice piece. I used to work in the south and it's the only place I can recall seeing the slanted rain, truly was an oddity, add to that the intense awe that filled the sky, southern storms are like nothing we get up north, which i guess in some respect I should say thankfully. Such cool lines throughout this piece. No self-respecting storm would do- black cloud countenance, glowered lightning, thunder wandered wicked, hail forgot to be fearsome- really cool write MZ. Thanks